replay
It was a fairly lazy Saturday, you were gently shuffling through some of your drawing, reminiscing. You found some as old as from the first grade, when people had circle heads, and the sky was just a line at the top of the page. You flipped faster, ignoring the dust, gazing upon your first attempts at manga-style when a polite knock came from your door. You only knew one person who knocked like that. "Come in, Iggy." You called over your shoulder, softly smiling at your boyfriend. He grinned back; he was in his usual preppy-boy attire, with a small skull pendant that hung at his neck. "Mm...'ello.." Your boyfriend walked over to your desk, gently leaning on you as he looked at the papers scattered on the floor. "What're you up to this time, (y/n)?" He softly asked, accent lacing his words like a mist. "Ah….just looking through my old drawings.." Blushing, you tried your best to cover the embarrassing pieces. "Now, get off~!" Iggy chuckled softly, and remained leaning on your back. He knew that his gentle laugh was one of your weaknesses, that bastard…. "C'mon, Artie, off me!" You grinned, and stood up, falling on your bed instead. The pillows gave in at your weight, and they tickled your cheeks. You fell Iggy fall backwards on your duvet next to you, and you extend a hand to him. He grasps it, his hand warm against yours. Giving it a squeeze, you silently pull out your phone; you need some music in here. Skipping your playlist, you grin at one of the selections, and lethargically roll your head towards your boyfriend, who had his luminous eyes closed serenely. You hit 'play' with your thumb; Uprising by Muse blared out of the speaker, and you internally giggled. Iggy's eyes flew open, and he sat straight up with an abnormal angsty scowl. His eyes twinkled with a smile, and you sat up as well, spectating your boyfriend in his 'punk phase'. Your boyfriend never really sang in front of anyone unless it had to do with this genre of music. The Brit bobbed his head along with the techno interlude, which reminded you of the Doctor Who opening. Grinning, you stood up, signaling that it was time for a jam session. Iggy stood up as well, and opened his mouth to sing. "...paranoia is in bloom, the PR transmissions will resume.." he lamented in his gravelly voice that you never got to hear. Biting your lip, you switched to your video; you needed to keep this moment. You decided to join in on the harmony, harmonizing with your boyfriend's metalesque voice. "THEY WILL NOT FORCE US, THEY WILL STOP DEGRADING US…"
After singing through the whole song, you collapsed on the bed, tired from the intense jam session; Arthur followed. "I-I never knew you had that in you…" His magnetic chuckle rose up into the air, suspended, and it fell down, settling into your eyelashes. "Nobody suspects the preppy boy, eh?" You rolled onto your stomach, right next to him, grinning. "Why 'ello.." He smirked. Blushing a little, you unlocked your phone, triumphantly playing your capture of your usually proper boyfriend in his angsty punk mode. "...you did not, (y/n)..." "I did.." He grabs at the device; you pull back before he can reach it. Iggy tries again, grabbing you against his chest. "Gerroff!" You protest, laughing aloud. "If this gets out, I swear…my dear, your voice is too beautiful and sweet for those kinds of songs..." He snatches at your hand, this time grabbing your wrist, using his other hand to raise your chin to his. "I'll show you 'sweet', Kirkland.." You smirked at his emerald eyes, raising an eyebrow. Arthur smiles back, and pulls you into a passionate kiss. You run your hands through his hair, a small smile on your face. He pulls back, blinking a little bit. You fall on his, tackling him against the duvet, an innocent expression played in your eyes. Arthur laughed aloud, grabbing at your waist. He is just too cute… Leaning down on his chest, you kiss his ear, and whisper. "I'm still not deleting it..." "..you bloody wanker…" He strikes an emo expression, pulling you closer, playing with your hair. "Only for you, (y/n)." You playfully smile, and, sneaking a glance at your phone, you hit
'replay'
